Chapter 261 You Belong To Me, And I Belong To You.

"Knock, knock. Anybody home? Mommy's mouth needs a refill!" A part of her mind thought about how improper that sounded, but that part didn't have much say in the matter.

Alan still lay in bed, awake but resting. "Oh, Mom, I just can't. I'd love to, but I just can't. Really."

She sat on the bed with him. "Does your penis hurt that much?"

She began to think that she had pushed him too far. She was ready to let him be for the evening, as it hit her that his soreness might actually be serious. Her motherly nursing instincts started to take over from her purely horny lust.

But then he said, "Actually, it's not as bad as I'd feared. I can deal with the soreness. That's not such a big deal as it was earlier. But I just can't get it up again. There's no way to get it excited. I'm only human, and it's still too soon since last time. I feel like my balls are literally drained dry. I can't even THINK about getting aroused."

He kind of meant it, but he also wanted to see what would happen when he said that. Could he inspire her to be even more arousing than she'd already been?

Since it wasn't a pain and possible damage issue, but rather just one of arousal, she decided to go ahead. She pulled her blouse all the way off and thrust her chest out. "Don't worry. If that's the only problem, I'm sure Mommy can think of something. Mommy's big titties feel so lonely and unloved. Maybe you should... No, that violates the touching rules. Hmmm..."

He'd noticed that her rules varied greatly by how horny she was at the time. Her comment was especially absurd since they both knew he'd extensively fondled her tits only a short while ago during the first make-out session, and she hadn't uttered a word of complaint. He figured that in a few more minutes that particular rule against touching her boobs would probably go by the wayside again, at least for a while.

She continued to think out loud. "We need something that won't violate the rules. Let's see..." She thought for a moment, searching for something really erotic to do for him.

She removed her miniskirt, leaving herself dressed in nothing but high heels. Then she turned around and bent over slightly. She twisted her head back towards him, saying "You know what? I'm feeling very distracted. My mind is on other things. Maybe you should 'get my attention,' if you know what I mean. That's one way you can touch me that's completely legal."

She bent over more, and since she was standing right next to the bed that practically put her fantastic bare ass right in his face. At such close range the smell of her aroused cunt was nearly overwhelming.

He reached out and held her ass cheeks. He thought, Oh MAN! Mom is just too sexy! This is the perfect ass, and I can totally see her pussy in between her legs. If this can't get me going, nothing can!

He ran his hands up and down her ass cheeks briefly, but soon gave up the effort and dropped his hands. To his surprise, he found that his flaccid penis really was as wiped out as he'd claimed. He said with sincere regret, "Sorry, Mom. I just don't have it in me. I don't think even you can inspire me tonight, and that's reaaaally saying something. All I want to do is veg out. I can barely believe it myself, but that's how I feel."

She stood up and paced around a bit. She wasn't willing to give up that easily. She could practically feel her lips stretching around his thickness and taste his sweet cum in her mouth. She wasn't about to be denied.

Another idea struck her. She walked across the room and then got down on all fours. She said in an excited, whispery voice, "Look Tiger, look at Mommy. She's crawling! She's crawling on her knees over to your cock!"

She began to crawl across the room, making a bee-line directly for the space between his legs. The word "cock" held a lot of emotional power for her; for most of her life it had been too naughty a word for her to even use in her thoughts. As she said it now, she emphasized it in a really naughty voice, as if she were spitting it from her mouth at every repetition.

"Look at your mommy. She wants it soooo bad. She wants your cock. Your thick, tasty, meaty slab of COCK! She wants to suck it. Look. She's begging for it!"

She slowly crawled closer and closer as her eyes bored into his crotch. "I'm on my knees, Son! Look at my big jugs swing and sway. I'm a slave to your cock! Don't you want your big-titted mommy slave to help you? I'm begging! I don't even care if my husband - and your father - sees me like this. He should! He needs to know that Mommy is YOUR exclusive cocksucker now! Mommy lives to serve your cock! Give it to me, Tiger! Let me suck it. Let me suck it just a little! Please?"

As she crawled forward, her huge breasts swayed pendulously. They drooped straight towards the floor, making them look even bigger than usual. That sight, plus every other inch of her perfect body, stimulated Alan beyond all reason.

And then there was her erotic talk. She'd said some really arousing things to him before, but she'd never talked like this. Comments like "I'm a slave to your cock" were so inspiring, he would have succumbed to her plea even if his dick felt like it had been burning. What really floored him was how sincere she sounded. She was a terrible liar, so when she said it like that he figured she meant it, at least in the heat of the moment.

Within seconds his dick had rebounded to its fully erect state. He screamed, "Yes, Mom! You can have it! Suck me! Suck my cock!" He pivoted, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed so she'd have easy access to his crotch as he sat there.

She looked up and saw his hardness. A great smile spread across her face. "Oh, goody! Thank you, Son! Mommy's so happy now. You've made Mommy so very-"

She interrupted her own words, because she had continued crawling closer until her mouth finally met up with his erection. She sucked with a will and a passion, but after only a couple of bobs down his shaft she suddenly remembered the reason why they had to do this a second time. She took his stiff pole out of her mouth briefly as she held it with both hands.

"Oopsie, Tiger, I almost forgot. I have to perform the abnormality check first or I'll forget it again. Remember that? I should do this before I get too excited. I'll just keep sucking on the tip while I do the check with my hands on all those other fat, smooth, cocky inches. Ready?"

He knew he didn't even need to nod, so he didn't.

She stuffed his cockhead back in her mouth and explored the rest of his boner with her hands. It was less a systematic check and more just an all-out fondling designed to get him off. But it was close enough for her to satisfy herself that she'd done the necessary check. After all, she did manage to explore every last inch of his rod, in fact many times over, as well as his balls, and she didn't notice any unusual bumps.

Once again she gave him indescribable pleasure. Because he had climaxed relatively recently, and so often that day, he was able to hold out for a really long time. His bliss overrode any residual soreness, so he avoided cumming for as long as possible.

Susan's mouth seemed permanently attached to his cock as she caressed, tongued, swirled, sucked, and all but worshipped it for many long minutes. She closed her eyes and tuned out everything else. She was totally lost in the act, and so was he.

MMMM! Son! I'm so lucky! How many mommies are blessed with a son with such a THICK and POWERFUL and DEMANDING cock? Mmmm! And such stamina! I keep licking and sucking and licking and sucking and stroking and licking, and he STILL refuses to give up his sweet load! I'm trying out some of Suzanne's best tricks, but he keeps holding out anyway!

Mmmm! Gaawwwd, it makes me so hot! It's like he's rubbing the fact in my face that I'm nothing but his big-titted mommy slut, and my role is just to SUCK and SERVE and LOVE every last inch of his impressive manhood! MMMM! No, I take that back: I'm his big-titted mommy SLAVE! YES! Oh God! Too hot! I'm gonna cum again!

All he could hear of that was her continual lusty moaning of "MMMM!," but he could tell her arousal was in the stratosphere.

He thought, This is bliss! This is total mind-melting bliss! Mom is soooo into it! I thought I'd still be feeling pain and soreness, and maybe I actually am, but it's like an ant getting stomped by an elephant. Forget it! This is bliss! I know I just said that, but it's so true! Gaawwwd! Mom is a fuckin' perfect cocksucker! She's GOOD! I swear, she's as good as Aunt Suzy!

He wasn't just saying that. She'd been good before, thanks to her boundless enthusiasm, but now she was trying out the tricks that she'd learned earlier from Suzanne, taking her efforts to an entirely new level. Actually, it wasn't so much the exact things she did as the fact that she was continuously changing her approach and style. She wasn't just bobbing steadily, like she'd done much of the time before. Now he had no idea how she'd vary things up from moment to moment, except that he knew it would feel incredible.

Under normal circumstances, all the tricks and moves she was doing would have caused him to climax in a minute or less. Thanks to his PC muscle control and the fact that he'd climaxed not long before, he was able to hold out for a few minutes longer. When he got close to the edge, she sensed that and slowed down somewhat, hoping to keep the fun going indefinitely. But there were biological limits his body had to obey - it was impossible to remain erect forever in the face of such talented stimulation.

She could sense he was getting close. Oh no! Tiger, please hold out! Mommy wants to suck you all night long. I've been needing this for such a long time. Sunday night was great, but that hardly counted. For one thing, I was so emotionally conflicted. But now... now! The wonder! This feels so good and so right! My jaw extended all the way open, my lips so tightly sealed around your impressive thickness, my tongue right on your sweet spot, my hands full of so much COCK! Mmmm!

And it doesn't stop there, because my entire body is ALIVE! I swear, my nipples are on FIRE! I love this feeling of total nudity, of freedom. And the kneeling! The kneeling! That's the BEST!

No, it's all the best! But Tiger, I want you to cum so bad, and yet I'm hoping you'll hold out. What I really want is for you to cum on my face and my big tits and then stay hard so we can do it all over again! Yes! YES! MMMM!

Finally, he could take no more - he shot a particularly big load into her ready and waiting mouth.

Unfortunately, the ejaculation brought his pain and soreness back. His dick hurt so much that he nearly wanted to cry out. Even watching her eagerly guzzling down his seed didn't help much. But he would have done it all over again if given the choice, because the pleasure far outweighed the pain.

His shooting off spontaneously triggered her own orgasm, even though she hadn't touched herself at all. Just the idea of being a naked horny slave willing to crawl to her son's cock was nearly enough to get her off, in and of itself, and she'd only gotten more aroused since then as she pleasured him.

At the height of their orgasmic climaxes, she thought, I AM a slave to your cock! Yes I am! That's exactly what I am! God, it's so good!

She'd never really allowed herself such thoughts before, but now that she was verbalizing them to herself, it was like a powerful mental orgasm hitting her alongside the physical one. She felt a sense of purpose, and even freedom somehow, as she reveled in the idea of living to serve her son's sexual pleasure.

But as both of them recovered a bit, she began to regret her thoughts. She couldn't believe that mere moments before she'd luxuriated in the idea of being a slave, in any sense of the word. As had become her habit, she started licking his penis and balls clean once his orgasm had subsided. But now her doubts so overwhelmed her that she stopped licking his dick clean before she was completely done and pulled back.

Since the "cleaning" had no real effect on how clean his penis and balls actually were, Alan didn't even notice that she'd finished early.

She put an arm over her rack and a hand over her bush, then said to him in a stern and serious tone, "Now, Tiger, today was very unusual, because you had such a hard time getting aroused. All those things I said about being a slave and serving you and so forth, that was just talk to get you aroused, you understand? Same with the naked crawling and begging; that was just acting. So don't get any big ideas, okay? It's not like I really want to do anything with your penis like that. I'm your mother and you need to respect me. I was forced to say those things for your benefit, so we could do the check properly and also get another checkmark on your chart. Is that clear?"

"Sure, Mom." He knew better than to try to dissuade her of her illusions. It wasn't clear how much even she believed her thin excuses. He understood she didn't mean those arousing words anymore, but he was pretty sure she'd really meant them in the heat of the moment. Besides, he was too wiped out to talk much.

She nodded. "Okay. Then let's get cleaned up here. Your father or sister could be home any minute, so let's hurry."

Somehow, she found the idea of sucking off her son's cock even as her husband was coming home to be incredibly erotic. Frankly, Ron doesn't deserve a woman like me. When he leaves, Tiger will be the man of the house. He's eighteen and a full adult now. Okay, so it's not like I'll be his "slave"; that's just crazy. But he will be the one giving the orders, just like how he tells me what to wear and what not to wear, even if that means going completely naked.

Indeed, with Ron gone, Tiger might order me to stay naked twenty-four hours a day! Always ready to drop to my knees to suck and serve. Gaawwwd, wouldn't that be totally hot?! Mmmm!

These thoughts got her highly aroused all over again. With her hand on her pussy, she was tempted to stick a finger or two inside, but she too was suffering from soreness due to unaccustomed over-activity. She'd lost count of the orgasms she'd had while sucking him, and the number of times she'd already masturbated that day.

She found herself wondering if he could get it up yet again. But she knew that was probably not physically possible, not to mention that Ron would be home soon, so she hid her feelings and tried to focus on God and religion.

Her mind again raced in confusion between lust and morality. She came to the conclusion, The Lord moves in mysterious ways. This must be right. Suzanne has pointed out so many times lately that a handjob or blowjob is not incest. It's not! I'm actually saving him from the sin of Onan, if I can stop him from masturbating. And Ron's rendered our marital fidelity null and void with all his cheating. As long as I don't go any further, it should be okay. God may frown at how readily I succumb to the deadly sin of Lust sometimes, but it's not like I'll go to Hell for any of this. After all, I'm doing a good deed, helping him with his prescribed medical treatment.

Then she remembered her goodnight kiss from the night before. She was hoping it could become a nightly tradition, so she acted like it was something they'd done for years. "I guess I should tuck you in and give you your kiss now, since it's already so late."

She sat on the edge of his bed while he got under the covers. She leaned in and they kissed each other on the cheeks, nose, forehead, ears, and even neck. But even with her newfound love of blowjobs, a mouth-to-mouth kiss was still taboo, now that she'd mostly calmed down again.

His hands were kneading her ass cheeks as they kissed. But since she was still naked, he reached out between the kissing and groped at a tit.

It took her a few moments, but she finally said, "Stop that, you naughty, naughty, cum-filled boy."

Her words sounded more arousing than chiding, so he kept on playing with her boob.

She finally growled unhappily. Naturally she liked what he was doing, but she worried that it would make her lose control again, and she knew that her husband and daughter were due home soon.

"What?" he asked innocently, even as he kept on playing with her body.

She griped, "The rules! When your father leaves, I might just have to give you a hand, so to speak, more frequently than just Tuesdays. But only if you're a very good boy. Or I should say 'man,' because you're a real man now. He'll be home any minute, as will your sister, so behave."

They kissed a little more in relatively innocent ways, with Susan again exploring his ears with her tongue and lips, while Alan preferred to fondle her ass since that was one squeezable erogenous zone he was allowed to touch.

After a few more minutes he sighed happily. "Aaaah! You know, Mom, this is almost as much fun for me as the blowjob. Er, I mean the abnormality check. Lying here with your naked body on mine, I feel so close to you."

As she nibbled his nose, she pointed out, "That's because you are. We couldn't get much closer."

"Yeah, but I mean emotionally. You're the greatest mom ever, but you're so much more. It's like... you belong to me, and I belong to you."

She shivered upon hearing that. She loved every word, but the phrase "you belong to me" was what really made her shiver. Oh! It's so true! I do belong to him! I'm his big-titted, cocksucking mommy now. Mmmm. His personal cocksucker! Oops, I mean one of his personal cocksuckers. I don't want to tell him that too often because he's liable to get too excited with Ron still here, but that's what I am!

Eventually, her worry about Ron coming home motivated her to disengage and stand up.

She collected her clothes and the phone she'd brought with her. She made such a sexy production out of bending over and picking them all up that he got mentally aroused again, even though his dick was a goner for the rest of the evening.

After blowing him one last goodnight kiss, she left, still nude, still holding her clothes and the phone in her hands. She felt sad about having to go, but she consoled herself that there would be many other times like this in the future.

Man! Mom is all woman! I just can't square the "new mom" with her prudish ways. Maybe it's true when they say the prudish librarian types turn out to be the hottest firecrackers. She's so intense and passionate it literally takes my breath away. Maybe she's making up for a lifetime of lost opportunities? Whatever. I'm just blessed that she's "coming out" for me!

Not five minutes later, Ron drove up the driveway.

Suzanne phoned immediately: "Susan, he's here!"

Susan answered the phone. "I know! I've got it covered. I'm in the bathroom getting cleaned up. Not surprisingly, Tiger left me all covered in his spermy goo." That was a prevarication, since he'd shot his load in her mouth, but it's how she felt and she wanted to boast a little.

"How was it?"

"Glorious! I was terribly naughty, but I don't feel as guilty as I did before. Your tips worked out great. Thanks! You should have seen the look on his face when I blew him TWICE!"

"Twice? Susan, I'm impressed."

"Well, it was only once more since I talked to you earlier. Still, it was great! Gaawwwd! I just feel like his creamy seed is all over me! It's the best feeling ever. It's like I'm covered in his love! I think there's a lingering spermy smell. But let's talk about it tomorrow; I can hear Ron entering the house. Gotta run!"

"Okay. Bye!"

Later that night, as Susan lay in bed with her husband, she felt really guilty and vowed not to let such behavior happen again. Or at least, not much. I can't do that every day. As much as I'd love to! No. It's wrong. I shouldn't have implied anything more to him. I'm so weak. "Slave to your cock." What was that?! It was like I was high on drugs. God, I really need to get my head examined. Are evil, sinful forces that much at work inside me? Lust is a cardinal sin, after all. But it is for a good cause, a medical necessity. Suzanne says I really have no choice in the matter...

I'm so torn. I need to talk to Suzanne tomorrow, first thing after breakfast. She's so wise; she'll tell me what to do.

She tossed and turned, then decided, No, for once, I can't rely on her advice. She really needs my help in keeping Tiger's fat cock well drained every day, so she's biased on this. She'll just talk me into serving his cock again and again and again. I have to make up my own mind. I know I live for my children much of the time, but I have to think about what's best for me sometimes too.

She tossed and turned for a few more minutes, following her racing thoughts. Finally, she concluded, Just Tuesdays. That's all. If I limit it to just Tuesdays, I can go wild and suck his cock a good five or six times that day. Maybe help him reach his quota all by myself. Mmmm! Yum! Then that'll have to hold me for the rest of the week. Right?

Okay, Tuesdays and emergencies. For instance if he has a really bad case of blue balls and no one else is there to help... The thing is, he has so many emergencies. His member seems to be erect ALL the time!

All right, here's the deal. If I can just hold my urges to one day a week, or thereabouts... Just a couple other times here and there... Please, Lord, give me the strength to resist!